“Why Trenton?” I asked, as we waited in the car, several addresses down from the Chapman town house. “I said that an hour ago and you’re asking me about it now?” Vann said. She was sipping coffee from behind the wheel. A hand with a cigarette was held outside the driver’s-side window. “I’ve been thinking about it since then.” “It’s close enough to be a plausible trip and far enough away to take a lot of time. That’s it.” “So, no special memories of Trenton.” Vann looked over. “No one has special memories of Trenton, Chris.” I was going to comment on
